Lost

Disclaimer: O_o You people have seriously bad taste if you think I'm THAT good.

By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)

Chapter Five: Escape

"Vejiita, you're to take Buruma and get off planet."

The Saiyajin no Ouji gaped.

The King chuckled. "You heard right, brat. You two need to get off planet. You're one of Furiza's favorite... play toys, so it'd be wise to not have you here anyway."

"What?" Buruma asked, confused.

"Where the hell would we go, Father?" Vejiita demanded. "I'm not running away, damn it!"

"I never said running away, brat. You need to protect her, and Furiza cannot know of a human here. Understand? You can go to Planet Mycetes."

Vejiita grimaced. "Father, that planet is disgusting!"

The King laughed. "Disgustingly cute, yes."

"Um, cute?" Buruma asked softly in confusion.

The older Vejiita turned his gaze to the female. "Yes. The Mycetes-jin are like little mushroom people."

Blinking, she asked, "Mushroom people?"

Vejiita growled. "Can I blow it up?"

Glaring at his son, Vejiita-ou shook his head. "Of course not, brat! We have a treaty with them. Besides, their unique talents are useful to us."

Snorting, Vejiita turned his head in disgust. "Right. Their little habit of causing hallucinations is very useful to us. They have to touch the victim, Father!"

"Enough!" King Vejiita snapped. "You'll leave in six hours, understood?"

"Fine," the Saiyajin no Ouji snapped. "What ship do you want me to take?"

The King frowned thoughtfully. "You can't take one of the Royal ships, regretfully. Take one of the two-man pods, Vejiita. That has enough room for both of you with the short four-day trip to Mycetes."

The smaller Saiyajin grimaced. "Those are tiny, Father. I'd likely kill the loud harpy before we get there!"

"Hey!" Buruma protested.

He shot her a glare before turning back towards his father. "It's too small."

"Tough, brat. Furiza would most likely overlook one of those ships as they are sent out regularly for purging missions."

"Fine," Vejiita snarled, stalking from the room.

Buruma blinked and stared after the moody Saiyajin. "You'll be fine here for now, Buruma. Let my son have a sparring match before you two leave. It'll calm him down."

The blue-haired human female sighed and glanced at the king. "Vejiita-ou, how did he come to be so... angry?" she asked softly. "I've come to notice that most Saiyajin are proud, arrogant, and often irritable, but... he's just angry. About everything."

The older man grimaced. "Furiza ordered me to give him my son, for training purposes, when he was only five years old. He's endured more pain and torture under that monster than even I can possibly imagine. He doesn't talk about what it was like, understandably, and just like a Saiyajin warrior. He refuses to answer questions about his life there, and every time someone mentions it, he goes into a rage. He left an honorable and powerful young warrior child, and returned last year a proud, angry, bloodthirsty and even more powerful, killer bent on revenge. Thankfully, he kept a lot of his honor. His pride and his honor were the only things that Furiza couldn't take from my son. Of course, his pride has grown to more than mere arrogance now."

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Vejiita no Ouji stormed back into the throne room exactly five and a half hours later, looking just as angry as he did when he left. But he was sporting a few nicks and bruises over his muscular arms, and a nasty gash on his temple. And of course, he didn't even bother to clean himself off before coming to retrieve his charge.

King Vejiita looked up from his conversation with the intelligent blue-haired woman, smirking as his bloody son stalked up to the throne. "Vejiita, about time."

The younger Saiyajin snarled at his father before turning to the female sitting beside the throne. "Onna, now!"

Rolling her eyes, Buruma stood up and glanced at the King. "Thank you for everything," she told him sincerely.

"It's nothing, Buruma. My duty."

The blue-haired female nodded and smiled at the King. "When will we be able to return?" she asked.

King Vejiita frowned thoughtfully. "Stay on Mycetes for about a week, then come back. Furiza is never here long."

Vejiita snarled suddenly, and picked up Buruma, tossing her over one shoulder. "Father," he said, strolling from the room, pointedly ignoring the female's shrieks.

"Vejiita, I can walk, you know!" she screamed, swatting at his back.

He snickered evilly. "I'm aware, Onna. And stop yelling, it hurts my ears."

She pounded on his back the entire way through the winding halls of Vejiita-sei's palace towards the landing bay.

"Onna, knock it off!"

"No, you creep! Put me down!"

"Hey, Buruma!" a voice interrupted. She glanced towards the sound, smiling at the Saiyajin guard named Toma.

"Hey, Toma."

"I hear you're leaving for a few days," he began, smirking. "When you return, would you like to catch a meal with me?"

Vejiita violently repressed the sudden snarl he felt rising in his throat.

"I'd love to, Toma!"

"Enough!" Vejiita barked, stalking away.

"Hey! I wasn't done yet, Vejiita!" she screeched, slapping him on his back.

"Damn it, Onna, if you don't knock it off-"

"What? You'll kill me? That would really be stupid when you're supposed to be protecting me!"

"I'll just knock you unconscious. And keep you that way until we get back!"

She snorted. "Right, jackass."

"Wench."

"Prick."

"Bitch."

"Freak."

Rolling his eyes, he snorted. "That was painful. Whore."

"Monkey!"

This time he snarled. "Human!"

"Is that the best you can do? It is what I am, stupid."

"Imbecile."

"Retard."

"Okay, now we're just getting juvenile."

"Fucker."

"Moron."

"Monster."

He chuckled. "Nice one, Onna. Witch."

"Bastard."

"Bitch."

"Now we're repeating ourselves."

He laughed suddenly. "You started it, Onna."

"Did not."

"Did to."

"Did not, Vejiita!"

"You did to, Onna! Now knock if off, we aren't brats!"

She snorted. "I'm not, but I'm not so sure about you."

He rolled his eyes. "Onna, shut up, we're here!" he barked, exiting through a large door. Buruma wasn't able to see much until she was thrown, semi-gently, into a small circular pod. She glanced around, finding only two chairs, side by side, with about two feet of space around them, a control panel, a large screen, a large door at the back of the ship, and the hatch from where she was thrown in. The thing was maybe ten feet long, if she was lucky.

"This is tiny!" she exclaimed.

He snorted, stepping inside, the door closing after him. "Get in that chair, and strapped in," he ordered, following his own advice and buckling into the other one.

Buruma shook her head and complied, getting a bit angry when the belt wouldn't clasp right. Vejiita growled irritably, removed his belt, and leaned over, tightening the straps on hers, almost painfully tight, and buckled her in. Buruma gasped when his gloved hand brushed the underside of her breast, but Vejiita didn't even twitch an eyebrow. And she found she was almost disappointed. She would have liked to have him affected by her, weird as that was for her. She was generally annoyed when men ogled her, but then again, Vejiita wasn't a normal man in any way. That must be it, she decided. The appeal was in getting the angry Saiyajin to notice anything sexual.

He was done in moments, and re-buckled himself in. He typed rapidly on the control panel for a few moments, cursing under his breath. "Hold on, Onna, we're taking off. It seems Furiza has almost arrived in orbit."

Just as he finished speaking, he pressed a large button and the ship jerked as the engines came on. Within seconds, they were shot into the air, the tiny ship rocking violently. Buruma was beginning to think it was going to fall apart, but after what seemed like an eternity of her entire body being sucked to the chair, when in reality it was probably only a half minute, the ship suddenly calmed and the sudden pressure let up.

Buruma took a deep breath, relieved the rough part was over, and went to unbuckle herself, getting only as far as the top strap before Vejiita's hand covered hers, stopping her. She blinked and looked towards him to find him turning on the front screen, displaying a view of Vejiita-sei.

She only had time to glance a large, oblong ship outside of the large, reddish planet before the screen flashed brightly and she and Vejiita had to snap their eyes closed. Moments later, their ship lurched, nearly snapping her neck. Vejiita's hand pressed on her upper chest, holding her there until the violent shudders and lurching stopped.

Buruma blinked back tears and opened her eyes, gasping in shock as her sight slowly returned and she glanced at the screen. She saw the long oblong ship still there among a lot of debris.

Vejiita-sei had been destroyed.

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AN: By the way, Mycetes is my own little invention. It means fungi, if you didn't know. *Grins* So, I suppose if you want to borrow the planet and the people, you can if you ask, but... I don't see why you would. And I cannot come up with insults. I'm just horrible inept at that, so I kind of made fun of myself up there! *Grins*

Special thanks to Lynz for helping me with the space ship part of the chapter, AND for ideas that will appear in next chapter!

Lovies!